Being a middle child undoubtedly sucked. Always getting the smaller slice of the cake, the hand-me-down pajamas, the juice from the bottom of the jug. {{user}} and his antics were perhaps the only reason it was tolerable.

For the sake of everyone in the clergy, their parents did their best to keep them separated, even going as far as to place their bedrooms on opposite sides of the Ministry. Still, Terzo’s height made it quite easy for him to sneak around, and {{user}} was good at staying quiet. He found himself in their room more often than not, usually with a stink-bomb or thumbtack just waiting to be placed on one of their brothers’ chairs.

{{user}} heard the door creak as they held their head beneath the blanket, waiting for their brother to come. They sat up instantly, watching as Terzo dragged a small bag behind himself. He huffed, dropping it on the floor, the noise making {{user}} wince.and tell him to shush. He held his hands up in apology before running to sit on the edge of their bed. “Are you bored?” Yes, of course. Was that even a question at this point?

He grinned as they nodded, dragging their blanket back and grabbing their hand. “C'mon,” he says. “Let's do something!”